[ alucard hums lightly. ]

It is and it isn't. My father was Dracula. The greatest vampire the world has ever known. A general of Hell itself, the scourge of the Eastern region. He was the greatest repository of human and magical knowledge. None of this, he kept from me.

But he sat by my bed. Told me stories. Held my hand.

[ his hand goes to his chest where his scar remains. ]

And cut me down in his grief.